Peter Petrelli

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**Ah I'm sorry there's so much Peter, I just love Peter a ton. Short and not my best as well. Plus if formatting is weird it's cuz I'm on the website**

Peter Petrelli had always been a sports fan. That all started when he would sit down Sunday's and watch a game of football on the TV. Rarely did his friends join him, occasionally his brother, never his father. Just him, a bowl of snacks, a few sodas, and the game.

When you first met him as teenagers, he invited you over to watch the game. You'd never been a big sports fan, but you had a massive crush on Peter, so you agreed. The two of you sat together and watched the game, every so often you needed to have something explained to you.

Peter not only enjoyed watching the game, but he also was the star quarterback on the high school team. Once you two started dating, you were now one of the football players girlfriends. The title didn't mean much, but it still was cool. Especially since you weren't involved in any sports. Unless you call sitting at home and reading, binging TV shows or movie series, or staring at the ceiling blankly a sport.

"It's hot out." You complain, wiping the sweat from your forehead. You were wearing shorts and one of Peter's old football jerseys from last year. He was wearing his current one as well as shorts down to his knees.

"It's not that bad." Peter remarked, jogging in place. You sighed, your lungs aching from being out of breath. You didn't understand how athletes did it. Although, if you actually had a passion in a sport, you'd do the same.

"It's soooo hot out." You whine, only to be met by a kiss on the lips.

"There will be more of those if you keep trying to learn the game a little." Peter smirked, kissing your cheek before taking a few steps back with a football in hand. You smiled, turning your back and taking a few steps away.

"So what are we gonna do?" You ask, squinting in the blinding sun. Peter grinning, spinning the football in his hands.

"Simple, just catch the ball." Peter said, gently tossing it over to you. It hit your hands and you winced, dropping it to the ground.

"Oops, it hurts." You say, picking it up. Sports really don't come easy to you.

Suddenly and without warning, Peter's arms were around you. You yelped, quickly gripping his jersey shirt. Next thing you knew, you were on top of him. Peter wouldn't stop laughing, holding you close.

You tried to escape, laughing to yourself as well. You two rolled around on the grass, running out of oxygen to breathe. It ended with you on top of Peter, your legs completely tangled together.

He kissed you, his soft lips reaching yours into an amazing kiss. You two lost breath again, only this time it was from being lost in each other. "I love you Y/N." Peter gasped, trying to catch his breath from all the kissing.

"Love you too." You grin, pulling him into yet another long, sweet, passionate kiss.


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